Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

Had I known then I know now
Had I now what I knew then..
I might still be
with all the little stupid
As I fix and vixens vick souls
Stitch clothes for the characters play then switch roles
Nail me to the dress
The holy costs less
I'd less
if I had your soft breasts to rest my head on
Since you've been
I recalled my issues problems and hate
but I can't remember the model or make
Now glass bottles in my death grip
I'm about to take the next quick exit and end this head
My bed is stripped of its blankets, comforters, and sheets,
but I might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in to sleep

I had my and lows
When on top, I let you peek out over my
Sitting on my and I suppose if I had a backbone,
you might still be
My is filthy..
from my lows when you weren't there. But to keep from guilty
I the dirt...Kept it piling up
Now Mr Feel saves his tears inside of a cup
and he drinks. And he that he's an asshole
Jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul

My secret pleasures have my inner gossiping
I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal mosters

I'm in a strangers tub..
with all my on...shivering...considering the dangers of love.

get half of what I have to give...IF THAT
It's all about the packaging. They're by the gift rap.

Predictable. Easy to
They're foreshadow puppets and I'm waiting for strings to break.

The pillars that once held up my halfway house have been out.
I'm in my last now. There's a change coming soon.
I just want to crawl back into my mother's
I a comfort zone,
But obviously I need to another home
To my own...and always return to
and I it to be you

I sit and stare, zone out, a lot and never sleep,
creating to remember and then I forget to eat.

Went to the street you used to live on, staring at the window of your old home
puppy eyes...waiting for God to throw me a bone.

I'd for one more goodbye kiss while I settle for less
I'm unsettled at best. Sulking while abandoning
my companions intelligence...conversing with baby talk
Playing with mind games. Rehearsing with thought.

Its the way we fought that made my blood bubble then cold,
when you made me walk through rain and mud down a dirt road.
it left me so
me..

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.